#saint seiya fanfic

[lamacaria]

Instinto: La Búsqueda por Jocasta de Tebas

ES: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58799764 EN: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58799671

Muchos de ustedes tal vez ya la conocen, o probablemente hayan escuchado hablar de ella, porque dejó una huella enorme en el fandom hispanohablante de Saint Seiya.

Me refiero a la increíble Jocasta de Tebas, que no solo ha vuelto, si no que también está reescribiendo su historia Instinto para darle un final! Además, trabajamos en un par de piezas extras donde mezclamos canon con nuestros HCs. ❤️  ¡Espero lo disfruten! 🩸🩸🩸

[terresdebrume]

Heyyyy are you still playing the ask game? If yes: Shaka's pov in TBU??? If not, have a nice day 💞💞💞

[From this asking game]

Hiiiiii! Thank you for the ask! The game is still going, I was just away playing DND when you sent your message xD

This piece is probably going to be on the more experimental side compared to what I've written for TBU before but hopefully it'll give our boy Shaka an occasion to have his behavior understood a little better ^^

Snippet under the cut!

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Shaka hisses when he trips on a rock and lands hard on his hands and knees. He feels dirt knock on his shell as he digs into the earth and winds in his feathers when he dives to catch a mouse. The sun, languorous against his fur as he licks himself clean and water through his roots as he grows—feet on his floor, echoing against his walls, and hands carrying his soft dough to an oven, Shaka’s cosmos popping up at the entrance of the Sanctuary, when he hasn’t felt it for an entire week—

Shaka gasps.

Breathes.

Lets himself notice the other Saints as their cosmoenergies rise in curiosity, shifting towards him each in their own time. He ignores the way his muscles pinch between his shoulder blades and straightens up.

“You good?” Aphrodite asks from behind him.

Shaka is a bird, an insect, a cat, a rosebush. He is Mû and Aldebaraan and Shion and all the servants whose names he doesn’t know, and he is the sky and the clouds and the sparse blades of grass. Somewhere at the very back of his multiple minds, a skinned knee, a bruised hand shout for his attention. He ignores them, and finds the head that will actually nod at his command.

“Good,” Aphrodite says.

Above them, Mû’s cosmos is the closest, already past the coliseum, and Shaka turns the darkness from his eyes towards it.

“See you ‘round,” Aphrodite says.

Shaka almost opens his eyes.

“So soon? Won’t you stay and greet the others?”

Aphrodite snorts, like he does at bad jokes. The bird and the scarab and the cat inside Shaka are unmoved, but somewhere behind the rosebush and the olive trees and the stones of the temple, something shrivels.

“Yeah, right,” Aphrodite sighs—there is something there, something the ants in the ground and the mice in the grain storage do not understand but know they should. Aphrodite speaks before they can sort it out. “See you around, Shaka.”

Aphrodite turns around and leaves an emptiness where the bees and the bugs and the servants were. Something cold and small and alone, lost in a way the stone seats of the Coliseum never are. The void stands for a moment, reaching for Aphrodite and never quite making contact, until Mû is near and the void fits itself around his cosmos.

It fits…wrong. Here is the same energy the earth and the springs and the birds have ever known—the same polite affability, the same calm and assured welcome as before—but where the Void used to disappear around it, there are gaps now. The Void must be doing something wrong, but he has no idea what.

“Shaka,” Mû says, and the Void fits itself back into the Body. “It’s good to see you again. I was worried.”

“Thank you,” Shaka says. “It is good to be back. It has been a long time.”

The Body feels…far away. Distant in a way it never was, and the Void is trying to fit itself back into it when Mû asks:

“Shaka, are you alright? You look…ruffled.”

Mû sounds—feels—like he wants to say something else but can’t find the words.

The polite veneer of his cosmos shivers, unsure what to do, and the Void tries to fit around that but fails, too. It makes the Body feel tighter, makes it impossible to stay inside it, and the Void feels itself slip, until a hand claps the Body’s shoulder, and Shaka gasps, pulled back into something almost whole.

“You can’t really blame him,” Milo says from where he rushed to their side. “I’d be looking ragged too if I got stuck with the Thornbush for a week. Where the hell were you, man?”

Milo’s hand burns and itches on Shaka’s shoulder, but it’s the only thing keeping the Void inside the Body, so Shaka stays silent. He turns back to the stairs instead, where Aldebaraan is coming in, closely followed by Camus, Aiolia and Aiolos. Far behind is Shion and Shura, walking close but not together.

Shaka waits for them in silence, lets them come to him while Milo removes his hand from his shoulder. They come down and ask questions, want to hear the details of Shaka’s misadventure in a way the Void is unable to provide. The Body feels too far away, almost impossible to control. It must answer questions on its own, though, because no one stops to ask what is wrong until Shion finally steps off the last march and, stepping up to the group, makes everyone step back.

When he speaks, the Void struggles to hear anything at all.

“It is good to see you, Shaka,” Shion says.

He is relieved and curious, and his voice vibrates in his chest when he speaks, as it always does. He inclines his head on greeting, and watches Shaka do the same. Shaka looks unharmed, equal to himself, yet there is something unsettling about him that Shion can’t quite put his finger on.

“I came down as soon as I felt you,” Shion says. “Are you quite well?”

The Void untangles itself from Shion’s aura.

“I am,” Shaka says, voice somehow stable even when the Void and the Body can barely hold themselves together. “Thank—”

Somewhere between the Taurus and Gemini temples, pitch-like cosmos bursts into flame, flooding the area with animosity so strong it makes the rest of them recoil as one. Aphrodite’s cosmos flares up in response, bright and achingly foreign.

“Do you think it’d kill them to wait for five freaking minutes?” Milo mutters.

[adilay-ackatery]

Let the world burn FOR YOU ❤️🔥♈

♈ Gateguard de Aries & Luciana ☀️

Contexto en mi Fanfiction: « Cerveza Rosada » 🌷

[ssoalternative]

✧ Welcome to Saint Seiya Ômega Alternative ✧

“Were human souls Awaken”

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A fan-project by Akira V made for fans to honor the classic series in the present timeline ✨

Bringing the protagonists - Phoenix Kasai & Andrômeda Hana, mix the Greek and Egyptian mythologies to make it’s trama, having on it new characters, gods, vessels and of course the original ones!

You can know more by the project linktree:

[maria-the-actress]

E se eu criasse um universo cdz e a história desse universo fosse contada através de contas falsas do twitter? (Não prometo que é bom, só prometo representatividade mediana e referências a posts populares do Br)

Qualquer opinião será aceita e toda critica construtiva ajuda.

[donttouchmyempire]

Iai gente

Há tempos queria escrever uma fanfic de Cavaleiros do Zodíaco (Saint Seiya) e finalmente consegui. Vim aqui divulgar pq to mt orgulhosa hehe

Sinopse

"Quatro anos após a tentar matar a deusa Athena, o lado sombrio de Saga de Gêmeos, agora o Mestre do Santuário, ainda possui total controle sobre suas ações. O lado bom e racional de Saga, contudo, permanece no fundo de sua mente, agindo como uma voz de sua consciência, que repreende e despreza suas ações, mas não tem poder para pará-las.

É só com a chegada de uma forasteira misteriosa, que não se lembra quem é ou de onde veio, que as coisas começam a mudar. O cosmo estranho dela é capaz de fortalecê-lo e de fazê-lo retomar o controle sobre si. Mas será que é forte o bastante para dissipar seu lado cruel?

Ao ajudá-la a recuperar suas memórias e descobrir quem é, o Cavaleiro de Gêmeos sente-se cada vez mais tentado a revelar sua verdadeira face a ela. Contudo, se o fizer, teme que sua personalidade instável ponha tudo a perder.

Quem sairá vitorioso dessa batalha interna?"

Quem quiser, vai lá dar uma conferida 😊

[littlelightvii]

Speaking of writing! I'm currently jotting down some notes for my story about a Saint Seiya OC of mine!!

Can't wait to finish this small story, I love her sm hehe

[kosmicpowers]

I love it so much! It's fantastic. 😻

🦢♥️⛓️

so the pining is very much mutual now😬 and we're only at the beginning of chapter three of seven… 7k words in total. we're not doing too bad.

[ID: Screenshot of a Google text document with the following text:

"Hyoga had been the only kid at the orphanage to never call him creepy, to never laugh at his awful attempts at repeating the lines in Russian that Natassia tried to feed him; it had probably been the language barrier at first, but the truth was… Hyoga was one of the most compassionate human beings Shun had ever known. He was so in tune with emotions, both his own and the others’.

If we come back from this alive, he told himself, as he squashed the urge to caress Hyoga’s hair, I’ll tell him for sure. And I’ll let him talk to his mother, however many times he asks me.

By the twelfth hour, he had fallen asleep, his head on top of Hyoga’s and without ever noticing that so much time had passed with him just staring at his friend's sleep."

/end ID]

[lekkkkz]

SHUN X MALE READER TOP

《Praise twist, sweet stuff, missionary position, just pure vanilla sex, short fic 》

-minors do not interact

Sweet words come out of your lips, falling in love with the sensitive ears of your lover with beautiful green hair.

They are beautiful and delicate pale legs wrapped tightly around your hips, trying to hold you as close as possible, wanting to have all the love you can give her.

Their soft moans enchant your ears, causing a soft smile to spread on your pretty face, happy to be able to please your beautiful meadow flower.

You move away from him, wanting to admire his beautiful face, engrave each of his expressions in your memory, not wanting to forget this sweet and warm moment.

— You are so beautiful Shun — Your words come out so slow and so sweet.

Shun blushes more, reaching to his pale chest full of love marks.

— You are also beautiful — He was shy to say this, but he really wanted to tell you, he wanted you to know that you are also beautiful in his eyes.

A soft laugh escapes your pink lips, delighted by his words, Shun covers his face, embarrassed.

You gently place your hands on her wrists, pulling them away from her flushed face.

— Don't be shy about it, baby — You bring your lips closer to him, kissing him all over his face, until you reach his pretty lips.

His hands pulled you closer, enjoying your kisses and your soft thrusts.

Te separaste de él, viendo como sus ojos estaban cerrados, imagen que te incitaba a mover más rápido las caderas.

Shun let out soft moans, enjoying all the sensations you were giving him.

Tus caderas se movían más rápido, queriendo llegar al clímax. More praise and soft words fell from your lips, enchanting the ears of the love of your life.

Sus gemidos se hicieron más fuertes, sus manos se apretaron con fuerza detrás de tu espalda, estaba tan cerca de correrse, tus palabras tienen tal efecto en él.

— Oh Shun! My beautiful meadow flower, I love you so much —.

Con estas palabras corrió, escuchar su declaración lo llevó al límite, manchando su pecho y estómago con su líquido blanco.

Sus cálidas y lujosas paredes se apretaron a tu alrededor, provocando que te corrieras dentro de él, pintando sus entrañas con tu espeso y caliente néctar.

Shun te acercó más, besando tus labios y susurrando —Yo también te amo, corazón de melón—.

I really wanted to write for the Knights of the Zodiac, I haven't seen anything about them so I had to create my own stuff about them.

I hope you enjoy what I wrote, remember that my inbox is open.

[terresdebrume]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 聖闘士星矢 | Saint Seiya Series Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Pisces Aphrodite & Cancer Deathmask Characters: Pisces Aphrodite, Cancer Deathmask, Gemini Saga Additional Tags: Quick cameo by Aiolia, Child Death, Poisoning, People Change People, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Friendship, Childhood Trauma, Traumatized Cancer Deathmask, Traumatized everybody actually, but we're back in DM's head for that one, The Sanctuary (Saint Seiya) Series: Part 5 of Times Between Us Summary:

Deathmask slams the door behind him and strides through his barren kitchen-slash-sliving area without pausing to savor the loud crack of wood on stone. He kicks the bedroom door open with an even louder bang, and sneers when Aphrodite doesn’t even stir. He’s sitting in Deathmask’s bed, arms tightly wound around his knees and his hair a tousled mess of golden curls. His face is still turned to the window, eyes glued to the Cancer graveyard.

[jazzy-with-a-slice-of-lore]

I loved this so much! Honestly, the mental image I had in my head for when everyone met up again was just this

And so they finally meet again.

[shokollisna]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀丷 Saint Seiya

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24.11: Capa texturizada definitivamente virou um dos estilos em que tenho feito com mais frequência, embora eu não seja tão boa nesse estilo, mais estou aprimorando. Foi um pouco difícil achar um fundo texturizado roxo, então acabei tendo que fazer meus paranauê aí. Eu acho que a coruja tá meio deslocada, mais coisas assim acontecem.

[ssoalternative]

Saint Seiya Ômega Alternative - Hades Chapter ✧ Synopsis

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The world is something extremely vulnerable.

For a long time now, dark entities have been seeking to dominate everything and everyone that exists on this planet, or even on others. But, whenever evil presents itself, a benevolent force will also emerge to seek peace, no matter how small it may be.

Appear so the Saints of Athena, fighting in the name of their beloved goddess. They aim for reconciliation and to protect the Earth from malevolent forces, each carrying within them an infinite and unique power: the cosmo.

However, even after millennia of battles and spilled blood, this massive war has not ended.

And it will never truly end.

This is the story of a Saint and a Female Saint of Athena, who, after being sent from beyond, bear the burden of fighting in the name of the divinity.

Yet, they have even grander destinies... or with one misstep, they could become ominous. Together, they must face dangers and save each other, from others and themselves as they search for their true essence.

Will they be capable?

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Saint Seiya Ômega Alternative - Hades Chapter already avaliable for read on Wattpad and SpiritFanfics in English, Portuguese, Spanish and French!

Project linktree for access:

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[murahel]

Fanfics Masterpost

C.Y.B.E.R.V.E.R.S.E. series complete stories:

Hand Over The Relationship, Offish Decepticon! : Soundwave survives the fight with Tarn.

Standing Among The Blue: rewrite of a scene from s2 ep13 in which Optimus meets Solus Prime.

Transformers Cyberverse Fanfics Ideas:

Sapphic Shadow Striker/Windblade. Background Hot Rod~Soundwave being supportive.

"Wherever Bumblebee goes on Cybertron, Cheetor, be with him." If Cyberverse doesn't give me Cheetor remembrance, then I will. Maybe even a word from him from within the AllSpark. Featuring Bumblebee & Windblade's friendship post-war. Bee is sad in this one.

Hand Over sequel: Hot Rod and Soundwave accidentally complete the Conjunx Ritus. Shenanigans ensue, including a wedding Shadow Striker and Windblade might steal for themselves.

Transformers EarthSpark Fanfics Ideas:

Brave Educational Experience: or when the Terrans shatter Bumblebee's worldview through a single question. Sequel under consideration.

Shockwave & Wheeljack relationship, but still with their dynamic from in Cyberverse (dancing robots, Shockwave's invention liking Wheeljack (s2 ep10, Secret Science)). Also Wheeljack calls Shockwave out on his racism towards the Terrans/Twitch his daughter. Featuring Fluffy Ears since the show won't give her back to me. Senator Shockwave plotline.

The ones I probably won't write (may you feel free to appropriate this ideas for yourself):

Decepticons meeting up with Autobots at the border after defeating the Quintessons (too vague).

AU fix-it in which Starscream gets better (I just don't know his character enough).

The ones I said I wouldn't write but did in a way or another:

I've read a fic headcanoning Soundwave as a cityspeaker too, which I find interesting but don't think I'll write about it <- "Hand Over The Relationship, Offish Decepticon!" (chapter 5 especially)

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Other stuff I've written unrelated to Transformers medias: ⬇️

And The Sun Snuffed Itself Out So Icarus Could Keep Flying: "In this world, Hawks doesn't lose his wings." MHA, canon-compliant up to the moment Hawks loses his alter to AFO. I've always felt like Endeavor/the Todoroki family owned him one after what Dabi does to him and that with Endeavor's whole "redemption" thing he would at least try to protect Hawks more?? Maybe it's just me. Might get a sequel or follow up if I can work my mind around some plot. Learned Icare is called Icarus in eng so I edited that.

Triangle Is The Strongest Shape: Monastario/Zorro/Lolita trouple. I know, I've got you, you'll have at least one fic with the three of them (it's silly tho). I honestly don't know how Monastorio's name is canonically spelled.

Oh Little Angel's Family: the one I keep forgetting. Supernatural, it's about family feels among the angels (especially the archangels and Castiel) and isn't canon-compliant in the slightest. I think it diverges from canon at s4. It has an attempt to plot in it, it has. Anyway it's written in french and Michael is called Michel in it.

Not home: an Outer Worlds game character-study(ish) fic about the Captain being an outsider. Do not be fooled by the english title, it's written in french.

Star Wars. I've written many a fic of Star Wars stuff starring the Codywan ship, some in french that haven't been translated since I switched to full english. I've still got unfinished drafts of more fics including them which will probably never be finished because I can't be bothered, and I don't post unfinished drafts (there's one exception to this and I won't elaborate on it).

Ideas of fics that haven't been written (yet):

A Baroness fic. From The Cat Returns Ghibli movie. In which she either gets reunited with Baron or has Toto and other birds travel letters between them.

A Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas time-travel fix-it fic centering on Shion, in which Zeus is actually responsible for the Holy War and the Aries cloth has time powers because of Chronos. Featuring being hunted as a traitor by his fellow Golds, soul wound, and Lady Persephone.

A Kuraerti fic (you know. the one yall keep calling Clerifa like it's a fucking Pokémon.) post-canon, a timeline what timeline, everyobody lives, setting: Gold Saucer. Featuring an Oblivious!Cloud, background Reno/Rude, Zack being around, Rufus and his dog learning to be a Good PersonTM under mentorship from Dio, the most adults members of the group acting like parents and a frustrated Barret.

A Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic in which Kevin's family is actually from the mafia. His parents don't talk to him anymore because he married a cop and the whole Seamus situation gets worse because that's a mafia family kidnapping somedoby from another mafia family. It is unclear if Holt is aware or not.

[midostree-art]

Sketches based on a fanfic of mine 👉👈 (The fanfic is on hiatus and I lost the notes I had of it when my other phone died lol)

[lazuliblur]

Marin's head snapped up as she heard gravel crunching underfoot nearby.

Just some guards doing their rounds. No sign of Seiya.

She had been waiting at the entrance to the training grounds for close to half an hour now, and the fact had not gone unnoticed. More-than-curious looks from the other Saints and recruits were landing more and more often on Marin.

She decided that it would be best to move to a different location. Seiya would know to find her if he knew what was good for him.

In the highly competitive environment that preceded the trials to obtain a Cloth, everybody had everybody else under a microscope, looking for potential weaknesses. Seiya and Marin were hardly favoured to begin with, given their foreign ancestry, so that type of attention could only mean trouble.

Besides, it was beyond unusual for the Eagle Saint to be seen idling around alone, with no affairs to take care of and no little Japanese Saint-wannabe tag-along.

"This is what you get for showing him a little kindness," Marin grumbled beneath her breath.

She had left Seiya to recover alone back at their cabin in an unusual bout of sympathy.

The first matches of the tournament for the Pegasus Cloth had been held that morning. While Seiya had done well defeating his opponent, watching Cassios's match afterwards had deeply disturbed her young student. Cassios's adversary had been a dumb kid whose master should have known better than to enrol him in the competition – and he had gotten his head ripped off for his mistake.

Seiya had flinched at the brutality. Sure, Cassios was a bully and Seiya had endured plenty of pain over the past six years he had spent training at Sanctuary, both at the hands of Shaina's overgrown student and Marin's own rigorous training regime. But, somehow, up until that moment, the very real possibility of death had not quite entered her hard-headed, hopeful and optimistic student's mind.

Marin had thought it would be best to give him some time to make his peace with his fate before drilling him in another training session. But enough was enough. Seiya had had his time and now he had better get his head back in the game.

She left the arena and headed home to give him a piece of her mind.

Except... Seiya wasn't there. More importantly, none of his belongings were either.

A chill ran down her spine. Had Cassios decided not to wait for the official matches to eliminate his competition?

But that could not be. There was no blood, and everything else in the cabin seemed to be in order.

The knowledge of what had surely happened crept upon her thoughts, but she refused to accept it.

Seiya would not do that. It had been one of Sanctuary's first lessons, and plenty of other recruits had demonstrated what happened when they tried to break that rule. Seiya might have been spooked from Cassios's match, but he knew better.

Marin had taught him better.

Surely she had.

But if she hadn't...

Marin ran.